Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Drill/Iron Ration

It us some time as it's taking up yours
- we had the furnace, the and the ore.
But as things stood, we a crew
I the Pope, I considered you.
But the Pope ain't got tanks for me
and he no Tatra 603.
So beat is Stef-f, Raz joins the chorus
Bass needs Pon-X, Mars needs Boris
is OMNITRON, the walls of steel
- No 98-Olds, no
But the grind funk railroad,
the sure-win toad eat toad.
The funny-peculiar station,
the strip-mining district and the Iron

An I for an I at the current of exchange;
reduction, another target in range.
Burning - what a smell!
Silly goat - my hell?
Got no soul - what to
The better hand with the few as it seems
the clock punched the jaw of my jingle-bell dreams
Dog eat hot dog takes the loss but no bids
and the sweets their taste in the mouths of the well-behaved kids.

and noise
drink and
The around.
More than less
we drink to
The past us down.

if you love the Saviour, sing him a song.
If the leopards sing to the bones, should they just sing
Burning - what a smell!
Silly - where's my hell?
Got no soul - to sell?
Can we have more faith in him than in drives?
or should science fill our heads as it our lives?

The Coming in a second or maybe too late, or
another fiction seeking creator.
There are so many futures that we may to live in
- the past be given.

Laughter and
drink and
The around.
Amnesia
to fill our
we drown.

Honk if you love to bonk up the honky teenies.
Industrial offers some pretty good sceneries.
soldiers, splice your tapes and abide
for the earth policy has us all up for a ride.

The second COMECON in suit and felt-pen moustache;
stone-faced bought up by hustlers.
Unlike the pigs and crooks who die in the telly
our ends be smelly.